Tag: Gothic Fiction

To scream would be to feed his addiction. She refused to give in to her pain as the knife slashed her torso. Blood spilled. The metallic tang invaded her senses as she fought to remain conscious. Beneath her bulging belly, not yet full to term but ripened enough for minimal risk to the life inside, the tip of his knife penetrated her skin, slicing from left to right.

He worked with precision, tracing his mark three times. Each slash a little more gentle than the last, before placing the tip to her navel and ripping down her middle.

Biting down on her lip too hard she tasted blood. The desire to scream no longer her biggest fear as realization finally kicked in. This night would be her last, but the first for her child.

She refused to die at the hands of the ripper. Greed was his weakness. Sacrifice was her power.

Even in the dank darkness of the tunnel the full moon touched her, aiding her attempt to save her unborn child.

Tearing through her womb, he was close to what he sought.

Her time was running out.

Upon the goddess she called and, drawing upon the power of the divine, began her chant. From my mistakes don’t make her suffer. Daughter of the angels his demon hands can’t touch. I give myself to protect her and bind him in his crux. Save her, oh creature of the night, for in your heart you’re pure. I summon you to this task, a step toward your cure.

From his hand she snatched the knife and plunged it in to her heart. This time she did scream—there was power in her agony—her love for the child she would never know cut deeper than the knife could touch.